A young woman hides
her agile beauty to stay apart
from a society,
subjected to the consumption of drugs
that makes him sane, more or less
what he needs in a vein;
the wings of a mockingbird
cut out by a sharp scissor.
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Down to earth of aquiline wisdom
Realities with perishing anecdotes
Entanglements of judgements and injustice,
Which subtends over a battered community.
The era of war fights and discrimination,
Spoilage of our own resources and winged rhythms,
Dignity under the hands of implausible liberals.
I do really hate this jejune WORLD of unconditional convictions,
Where I don’t wish to have a life ANYMORE.
I was pushed out from that room of fiends;
And hits brutally on a window frame.
The moment which lacks the action of luckiness;
Makes enough dislocates on my face.
Glory of blood oozes out from the body;
Makes sunders in my heart at that instant.
Oh my God! Why I’m under this fearful man-eaters;
Who needs to persecute me for a gawky reason.
I starts begging like a fellow in-front of a Court of Justice,
Where injustice is staring at me.
Suddenly someone hits at my ass;
Shouts at me with the words of fire for getting up late as usual.
It was my Mom with a cudgel in hand,
Who can be comparable with one of those injustice guy in my dream.
There must be a court of justice;
Where everyone have the right to sleep as far as they like;
And hence they can enjoy the saucy world of wonders;
Which is far beyond from our real world.